One last time We'll lay down today It doesn't make any sense This tragic ending In spite of the evidence There's something still missing Heard some of the rumors told A taste of one's wealth Did Victoria wound his soul?

I swear this music in my genes like Denim Lyricism seeping, I'm like venom Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer Even though heaven sent him God damn, god damn, conversations with legends Crazy how one day your idols can turn into your brethren

What do I say to you? And you were slipping away And if I want you to stay You walk with boundless grace Think old thoughts from yesterday All being lost in the fire You wandered and lost the way Someone's always left behind When the door of life closes

When you're gone, gone Other boys come and other boys go I'm looking for a lost boy caught up in the haze Searching night and day for you Can't you see I'm slipping too? I can't, I can't hold on I remember how it feels Lying in your tattooed arms

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Niggas are in a state of emergency The death side, mirror damage of where we are today The life side a vision of where we need to go So sign your death certificate Fuck all, y'all Lisa got him Alright, on three, one, two, three Come on brothers we gotta

Meadows of Heaven Meadows of heaven Heaven, heaven, heaven I close my eyes, the lantern dies The scent of awakening, wild honey and dew Childhood games, woods and lakes Streams of silver, toys of olden days The flowers of wonder And the hidden treasures

(Youngblood) She's my little youngblood Punch-drunken youngblood She's a loner, not a stoner Bleeding heart and the soul of Miss Teresa Supernova, Cherry Cola She's the cedar in the trees of Minnesota I'm a rough boy 'round the edges

I like it ice cold, I take it with a lime, Canadian, Mexican, Heineken, American, they're all real good friends of mine I like it in a mug, in a bottle, or a cup, I like it with a shot Friday, the week was long Can't wait to get my twist-off off One sip

T'es bête ou quoi? Ça sent les coups d'genou, la concurrence crie "Mayday mayday" On reprend tout depuis l'début Sexion d’Assaut, dites à l'ingé' de mettre le paquet parce que C'est pas 2Pac ni Biggie, faut que le son percute Pékin 9éme zone, ici, ton